January 26, 2005
The Day After...
Spent yesterday in that dreadful, cold-induced gray haze of sweaty, tangled-up sheets, used tissues, half-empty water glasses, and dirty soup bowls. We’ve all been there. It’s awful. But today I was well enough to drive to work, singing along in nasal, hoarse, phlegmy fashion to some God-awful David Cassidy song. All the dogs within earshot along the entire length of my route howled piteously.
Knitting-wise, over the last week, I’ve finished the blue baby socks (Note to self: Get photo) and the front of the pumpkin orange children’s sweater (Note to self: Get photo). Need something new to work on. (Note to self: Get something new to work on.) (Note to self: Stop writing notes to self.)
Not much else to report today from this state north of Oregon, south of Canada, and southeast of Alaska but I will leave you with one final thought: If you haven’t visited the “Llama Song” link Stephanie left in the comments, you owe it to yourself to do so. There is music—which is the whole point, akcherly—so don’t play it at work, but do play it somewhere, at home, at a copy store whose name begins with K and ends with INKO's, at a friend's, at the library, I don't care where, just play it. You will laugh, oh, how you will laugh, and then you will spend the rest of the day singing, “LlamallamaDUCK.” Since The Mysterious K knows I can’t have my speakers on here at work, she called me and played it for me over the phone, knowing full well my respiratory system was compromised. Between laughing and coughing, I almost barfed up a lung (how would we explain THAT to the janitorial staff?).
For something equally funny and mindless, try this. (Yep, TMK, I found it again. It doesn't work at the original site—the song is stuck in a loop—but I found this alternative.)
Posted by Ryan at January 26, 2005 11:25 AMoooh honey.. then I've got one for you.
http://www.badgerbadgerbadger.com/
my co-worker and I will sing this for hours.. and annoy his boyrfiend. who then asks me to stop being a bad influence on his boyfriend (my coworker) and then we sing it again.
glad you feel better. david cassidy.. I could get out the old records if you need them.
Posted by: anj on January 26, 2005 11:38 AMok hun. when I shouted over to above co-worker and asked "where's that badger thing" he found this.. even FUNNIER than the original.. esp since it list sheep and dirt as one of the UKs attributes
www.footballbadgers.com
Posted by: anj on January 26, 2005 11:53 AMRyan! I hope you feel better soon! Drink some tea! Make the other Dublin sock :)
Posted by: Rebecca on January 26, 2005 11:56 AMRebecca: "Make the other Dublin sock?!!" Oh, that's mean, just mean. If you only KNEW how many times TMK has said to me, "Isn't it time you finished the other Dublin sock?" :-)
Posted by: Ryan on January 26, 2005 12:00 PMComing out of Lurkerdom again. Is it bad form to comment on a way previous post? Am going to do it anyway. I have a "stupid thought" moment to share. Bear in mind that I'm in MN, in January. After work I stopped at the end of my driveway (long, country driveway)to get the mail, leaving the truck door open to do so. I am standing at the mail box, leafing through the mail and a sound penetrates the fog of my mind. Huh, crickets. What the ? Lift my head, look around at the frozen tundra. Crickets in January? Took me 2-3 heartbeats to remember that my cellphone ring tone sounds like crickets. Yeesh!
Hope you're feeling better!
Posted by: Annie on January 26, 2005 12:10 PMThe llama song scared me. Truly it did.
I much prefer this verson of those darned hampsters:
http://www.greymatter.org/satanichamsterdance/
A gift for you:
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/kittycat.php
Posted by: Patti on January 26, 2005 12:45 PMDavid. Cassidy. Do I have to do that DNA test again to see if we're related? But then I brayed like a mule at each of these animations, so I suppose we must be. One of the dancing hamster lines aaaaalmost looked like marmots.
Hey--do you get irked when people say "lama" instead of "yama"? Gets more complicated when you take into account that Tibetan Buddhist teachers are called "lamas".
Posted by: Cuzzin Tom on January 26, 2005 01:29 PMAs a Peruvian citizen and a speaker of El Espańol, yes, indeedy, I used to get irked when people said "lama" until the day I realized that that was the same thing as my mother insisting we say "DunkinG Donuts." For me to be annoyed was just stupid and pretentious and, well, in short, when in Rome, yaddayadda. Now *I* say "lama."
I must clarify. The REASON I was singing a David Cassidy song was because that was what was on the radio. Period. No other reason. My hand to God. Really. We are indeed related.
Posted by: Ryan on January 26, 2005 02:13 PMI too am starting to get over a cold and am at that loverly stage where I feel better but I'm a tad repulsive. Plegmy, drippy, red and chapped. I'm a goddess on wheels! However, when I'm plegmy like this, I actually have a kick a** singing voice. Alanis ain't got nothing on me when I'm like this.
"I think I love you! So what are you so afraid of...ta da da da da di da da da hmmmmm hmmm hmmmm hmmm hmmmm..."
Posted by: Laurie on January 26, 2005 02:54 PMNote to Annie: Post whenever, wherever! We just love to hear from you!
Your "stupid thing I did" story reminds me of what happened to a friend of ours who stopped, like you did, to get her mail at the end of her long, country driveway, forgot to set her emergency brake (or it slipped, I don't remember), and her truck sailed off into the canyon. True story.
Laurie, you are brave to show that you actually have some David Cassidy lyrics memorized. The song that was playing this morning was "Happy Together," I think. Oy, such a lame song.
Posted by: Ryan on January 26, 2005 03:44 PMLove the Llama Song. Here's a site that never, ever fails to make me somewhat hysterical.
http://www.evo.hr/cat/
Monitor warning for spew of liquids. Hope you feel better!
AnnaMarie
Posted by: AnnaMarie on January 26, 2005 06:01 PMOMG, AnnaMarie. I can't BREATHE I'm laughing so hard. They are *so* going to take away my Ivy League diploma.
Posted by: Cuzzin Tom on January 26, 2005 09:24 PMWell, I can see I have a lot of catching up to do. Geez, Ryan, I'm glad you're back among the living, even if you do write about barfing up lungs. (thanks -- great breakfast reading that). I'm going to have to spend time with all those links when I get home from the chiropractor, I guess. Cuzzin Tom, I haven't seen what you're laughing about, but pardon me for saying it-- I doubt they'll take your Ivy League diploma. My experience tells me that Ivy Leaguers are every bit as stupid as they are brilliant sometimes. No? Hee! It's all about balance, is what I hear. .....
Posted by: Norma on January 27, 2005 07:20 AMI just wanted you to know that in spite of myself I have been singing "llamallamaDUCK" for the past 24 hours.
Posted by: Kristen on January 27, 2005 09:07 AMKristen, blame Stephanie. In fact, blame whoever it was who posted the link to Stephanie's site in the first place. If that person only knew how the American economy is faltering and crumbling because of the number of people who are SUPPOSED to be working but are, instead, just singing "llamallamaDUCK."
In fact, here is my situation: As I mentioned in my post, I keep my speakers off at work because I have to surf the Net a lot (yes, as part of my job, ye doubters!) and you never know what sites will have loud, dorky music. So, every time I wanted to listen to "llamallamaduck" yesterday, I had to get up, pull back my throw rug because the door doesn't fit over it, shut the door, return to my seat, load the site, listen to "llamallamaduck," laugh until I was sick, get up, shut the door, put the rug back in place, and return to my seat. I'm ashamed to admit how many times I did this yesterday.
Off to the site that AnnaMarie posted to see what THAT's all about. Maybe I better shut my door first...
Posted by: Ryan on January 27, 2005 09:25 AMI hope your happy, I mean I hope you are totally satisfied. I sent my husband the llama song, the hamster song, the badger song and the cat laughing. He says the family will come visit often and he's sure I'll be out soon.
Posted by: Kim on January 27, 2005 02:40 PMKim, I'm sure we'll find a way to talk to each other using mirrors we hold outside the bars and notes that are passed along from inmate to inmate. Cuzzin Tom will come and give us spiritual counseling...and then go back to the monastery and have a big, long laugh.
Posted by: Ryan on January 27, 2005 03:10 PMSee, I have to say that when I landed on your page, my eyes fell on "sweaty, tangled-up sheets" and I thought, oh MY! Ryan's done outdone herself NOW.
:)